Chapitre 215: Chapter 212 | Annoying Jealousy.
There was no doubt that Selene had no intention of spending the night.
Even if most vampire families were most often open to the idea, it can't be said that they were arrogant and lustful.
Having a long life of hundreds of years, if they didn't have some fun, that would be too boring.
Good wine, good food, beautiful figures, gorgeous clothes, lively banquet … Only these could fill the inner emptiness.
But Selene was an exception. She didn't like those things.
Instead, she took the initiative to join the Death Dealers and chose to fight the werewolves.
For her 100th birthday, Selene was offered a boy-toy for an open swingers' party, but she sternly refused.
"Then I won't bother you."
Selene nimbly jumped out of the window.
The night wind whistled, lifting the corners of her coat, signaling the sound of a hunt.
She was as agile as a hunter on the prowl, speeding towards a manor near Moulin Rouge.
This wasn't an ordinary night for Selene.
She heard too many secrets. Superman told her the history of vampires and werewolves and the name of their ancestor. She didn't know if they were true or false.
So much so that the vampire lady, known as the 'Lycan Slayer', had some confusion in her mind and thought about going back to her history books or asking Tanis about it.
That guy was a scholar who had won the elders' trust and knew well about the origin of the blood coven.
"Alexander Corvinus..."
Selene murmured as her slender figure, like a bird, glided past a house.
Twenty minutes later, a torrential downpour fell.
Selene, who was drenched, pushed open the heavy door with intricate floral patterns, and a strange and disorienting aura came over her.
In the wide hall, a few beautiful women in revealing clothing stood. Their gorgeous long skirt outlined the curves, and their lowered tube top revealed a bit of snowy white.
This was even more attractive than the sexy dancers at Moulin Rouge!
They were sitting or lying down, either rubbing each other's ears, entangling each other, lying on the sofa, or cuddling up to a man's neck and sitting on his lap.
Laughter and flirtatious whispers echoed in the hall.
The various high-quality tobacco and luxury wine on the table produced a psychedelic-like effect that left people intoxicated.
"Where's Kraven?"
Selene took off her soaked windbreaker, tight leather jacket, waist-hugging vest, and the silver pistol pinned to her waist, giving her an air of fearlessness.
"He ... maybe in the study. Selene, come on, have a drink."
A drunken woman with heavy makeup handed her a goblet.
Selene ignored it and turned away.
She appeared out of place in the hall, as if she were a warrior woman who had stumbled into high society.
"Selene, what can I do for you?"
Selene walked up to the study on the second floor, passed the men who tried to stop her, pressed her hands on the door, and pushed it open.
Bang!
"Hurry up! Kraven ... Aah!"
The charming voice, calling out alluringly, came to an abrupt end.
Kraven, who was working hard, awkwardly put on his trousers and threw the unsatisfied woman aside.
"This is a misunderstanding. Selene, listen to my explanation, just now ... I don't know, I was just sitting around, and then ..."
The dark-haired young man spoke incoherently.
However, Selene, who broke in, didn't care at all. She didn't look straight at him as she said, "Give me the key to the underground library. Then, you can continue playing, Kraven."
"What do you want that for? Viktor is sleeping soundly, and it's better not to disturb him."
Kraven, who seemed to be ignored, was a little annoyed.
Was he not handsome enough, or was he not good enough?
She won't even look at him!
His self-esteem was injured!
"Just give it to me. Your little pet is waiting for you."
Selene said coldly.
She was anxious to verify whether Luke's story was true.
Although Kraven was the regent of the coven, most things were left to him, and he gave the orders, but he also revealed intentions to pursue Selene.
But the latter remained indifferent.
Selene didn't like ... cowards.
She wasn't interested in men that calculated, hiding behind people, and never taking the lead.
"Here's the key. Elder Amelia is going to hold a dance tomorrow night. You have ..."
Kraven stared at Selene, who turned around and left. He was so angry that he wanted to curse out loud.
Just like a whipt man, he was foolishly trying to please her but never getting a reply from the goddess.
"Kraven, why don't we continue ..."
A woman who tried to slither up like a snake that wasn't satisfied yet, and was pushed away.
"Get out!"
Kraven shouted rudely.
He looked like a merciless scum.
He then turned his anger to the others, "Pierre, you bastard, you didn't stop Selene! Where did she go today?"
"I'll check. There was an explosion at Moulin Rouge tonight. She may have gone to investigate."
The henchmen guarding outside the study were also aggrieved. The opposing party was a Death Dealer, an elite warrior specializing in hunting werewolves.
"Selene is a little abnormal. She was in a hurry to go to the underground library. What kind of information is she looking for?"
Kraven still has a keen sense of smell, not only paying attention to every move that Selene made but also noticing something was wrong this time.
Half an hour later, the man who investigated the information returned and reported the situation truthfully.
"What was she doing at the Royal Hotel? And stayed in that room for so long?"
Kraven frowned, thinking that things weren't simple.
"All the delegates for the Peace Summit are staying there right now. She can't be ..."
The more Kraven thought about it, the more irritated he was as if he heard someone say that his lover had cheated on him.
The jealousy and the sense of humiliation he had just felt drove him to make irrational moves.
"Find out wh ..."
Bang!
Selene flung the door open again.
Kraven, who was planning to do something bad, almost suffered a heart attack.
"Selene... what can I do for you?"
He asked guiltily.
"I want to see Elder Amelia!"
Selene made a straightforward request.
She was holding an old book in her hand.
It contained the history of Marcus and William, the original werewolf and leader of the vampires!
"What do you want to do?"
Kraven's expression became grave; summoning an elder wasn't a trivial matter.
Even if he wanted to pursue Selene and win the other's heart, he couldn't easily agree.
"Alexander Corvinus, I want to know the meaning behind this name."
Selene looked cold. She remembered everything Superman said and gritted her teeth, "This could end the bloody war our coven has been waging with werewolves for so many years!"
If the Marcus coven and the Lucian, the Leader of the Lycans, belonged to the same bloodline, perhaps history would be rewritten.
"What? Are you crazy? We are noble bloods. What do we have to do with werewolves?"
Kraven was furious; he didn't want to be associated with werewolves.
Hundreds of years ago, Lucian was a lowly slave. All werewolves were slaves.
Selene's explanation was equivalent to telling a white person that he and a black person had the same father.
If the vampires in the hall knew, they would not only find it unacceptable but also consider it humiliating.
"I've never heard of Alexander Corvinus; it's all a lie! Selene, this is all human deception!"
Kraven scolded in a cold voice, extremely harsh.
Selene was indifferent to this, trusting only her own judgment.
"Elder Amelia has come."
The underling, who was listening to them the whole time, glanced at the open metal gate outside the window.
There was going to be a dance tomorrow night, and Viktor would wake up. Elder Amelia was here to hand things over.
Although vampires boast of being immortal species, they haven't reached the terrifying level of immortality.
Younger lower-ranking members of the coven have a lifespan of at most 100 to 200 years.
The purer the blood, the higher the level, and they could live for 500 to 600 years.
By sleeping for a long time, it could be extended some more.
Only 'progenitors' like Archduke Dracula and Alexander Corvinus were able to cross the millennium barrier.
"I don't need you now."
Selene said contemptuously and turned to leave the study.
She was going to find Elder Amelia, or Viktor, in person.
Tomorrow night, the latter will be awakened.
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